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Excerpt from Oak Leaves, 1911, Vol. 8 Es, we know what we've got to do. The toil-worn, honor crowned Staff, who have just hung up the fiddle and the bow, have already gently confided that life for us is no longer a flowery bed of ease. Nor yet Shall it be thus evermore. Until the dummy. Our fond. Young hope. Heir of our wisdom and wit. Bedewed with our tears. And sealed with our blessing. Goes away. Only returning to redound to our glory, or to bear witness to our everlasting disgrace. 'oh. Lord of Hosts. Be with US yet. Be with iis yet! About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.